Recognize that you imagination and your thinking
and your sense-perception are reed canes
that children cut and pretend are horsies.The Knowing of mystic Lovers is different.
The empirical, sensory, sciences
are like a donkey loaded with books,
or like the makeup woman's makeup.
It washes off.
But if you lift the baggage rightly, it will give you joy.
Don't carry your knowledge-load for some selfish reason.
Deny your desires and willfulness,
and a real mount may appear under you.
Don't be satisfied with the name of HU,
with just words about it.
Experience That Drunkenness.
From books and words come fantasy,
and sometimes, from fantasy
comes UNION.
~Rumi
Dear Diary,
It is so cold today. I want to just stay under the toasty warm blankets all day. Where has the sun gone? I have forgotten how bitter the wind is and how unforgiving the winter months are. And the electric company. The sky is gray with angry clouds. Where has the blueness gone? My inner donkey is gone on haitus while I search to find internet bill payment. I have till 11th and then silence. Good thing for wifi.
While at the store yesterday I found some beautiful cheese bread rolls to go with the fruits and veggies. You can't keep me off forever. lol.
I am so glad that I found this book. There is a few more that I am looking for but maybe I can find them in ebook online today.
Like s spider monkey eating a banana, I'm gonna split.
Love is a Stranger RUMI
What shall I do, O Muslims?
I do not recognize myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew,
nor Magian, nor Muslim.
I am not of the East, nor the West,
not of the land, nor the sea.
I am not from nature's mine,
nor from the circling stars.
I am neither of earth nor water,
neither of wind nor fire.
I am not of the empyrean,
nor of the dust on this carpet.
I am not of the deep, nor from behind.
I am not of India or China,
not of Bulgaria, nor Saqsin;
I am not of the kingdom of Iraqain,
nor of the land of Khorasan.
I am not of this world nor the next,
not of heaven, nor of purgatory.
My place is the placeless,
my trace is the traceless.
It is not the body nor is it the soul,
for I belong to the soul of my love.
I have put duality away
and seen the two worlds as one.
One I seek, One I know.
One I see, One I call.
He is the First, He is the Last.
He is the outward, He is the Inward.
I know of nothing but Hu, none but him.
Intoxicated with the cup of love,
two worlds slip from my hands.
I am occupied with nothing
but fun and carousing.
If once in my life I pass a moment without You,
I repent my life from that moment on.
If once in this world
I should win a moment with You,
I will put both worlds under my feet
and dance forever in joy.
O Shams of Tabriz, I am so drunk in the world
that except for revelry and intoxication
I have no tale to tell.
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